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acatalepsy_logs2018-08-23 02:31 pm
spaceforged) wrote in acatalepsy_logs2018-08-23 02:31 pm
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And I just need a minute [Closed]
Who: Takashi Shirogane and Keith
Where: Their room in the temple
When: the 23rd, morning
Rating Pg-13 due to where this is going.
What: Shiro and Keith need to rearrange their room space and have a rather important talk about Season 6 related business and other things of a personal nature.
The wooden feet of the footboard he's hauling over his metal shoulder scrapes against the side of the door frame. He pauses and steps more to the left. The footboard is plain without any carvings or fancy adornment. Neither he or Keith care about making their shared room anything more than suitable for their needs.
He steps away from the open doorway and slowly lowers his burden down, propping it up against the stonewall. The hall is quiet with barely any foot traffic. Perfect time to exchange their beds for one singular bed.
He eyes the other pieces of his bed and runs his hand over the dark wood. He's stalling and he knows it. He forces himself to drop his hand and walks back into the room. This wrestling with himself has gone on long enough. If he keeps it up he'll go crazy. He retrieves a long plank from the side of the bed and clears his throat. "Keith," A minute passes and he bashfully ducks his head, the plank under one arm. "..." No words come out. It should be easy. The urge to reach out and tuck a lock of dark hair behind Keith's ear is hard to ignore.
so, why are the words so hard? He sighs and tries again. "Keith...we've got time. We should...talk about," He sweeps his hand back and forth about the room. "Us." It's not his best start. His heart is clenching in his chest and he is attempting and failing to hide how nervous he feels to even bring it up.
But it seems like no better time. They're already rearranging their space. It probably should have been brought up sooner. Yet... It's out there. That's what counts, isn't it?
Where: Their room in the temple
When: the 23rd, morning
Rating Pg-13 due to where this is going.
What: Shiro and Keith need to rearrange their room space and have a rather important talk about Season 6 related business and other things of a personal nature.
The wooden feet of the footboard he's hauling over his metal shoulder scrapes against the side of the door frame. He pauses and steps more to the left. The footboard is plain without any carvings or fancy adornment. Neither he or Keith care about making their shared room anything more than suitable for their needs.
He steps away from the open doorway and slowly lowers his burden down, propping it up against the stonewall. The hall is quiet with barely any foot traffic. Perfect time to exchange their beds for one singular bed.
He eyes the other pieces of his bed and runs his hand over the dark wood. He's stalling and he knows it. He forces himself to drop his hand and walks back into the room. This wrestling with himself has gone on long enough. If he keeps it up he'll go crazy. He retrieves a long plank from the side of the bed and clears his throat. "Keith," A minute passes and he bashfully ducks his head, the plank under one arm. "..." No words come out. It should be easy. The urge to reach out and tuck a lock of dark hair behind Keith's ear is hard to ignore.
so, why are the words so hard? He sighs and tries again. "Keith...we've got time. We should...talk about," He sweeps his hand back and forth about the room. "Us." It's not his best start. His heart is clenching in his chest and he is attempting and failing to hide how nervous he feels to even bring it up.
But it seems like no better time. They're already rearranging their space. It probably should have been brought up sooner. Yet... It's out there. That's what counts, isn't it?